While Xiao Lingye was reading in the classroom, another student shouted, "Student Xiao, someone is looking for you!"
Xiao Lingye frowned slightly and asked, "Who is it?"
The student said with a smile, "It's the beauty who likes you! She is carrying a lunchbox in her hand. She must have brought you a love bento. Xiao Lingye, you're in luck!"
Xiao Lingye glanced at him and said with a cold expression, "I won't accept it. She can give it to someone else."
When a male classmate heard this, he immediately rebuked with dissatisfaction, "Xiao Lingye, are you a man? Don't you feel bad for treating a girl like this? Besides, what's wrong with her liking you? Do you have to criticize her like this?" His eyes revealed naked envy and jealousy toward Xiao Lingye.
Xiao Lingye said coldly, "I don't like her, so why can't I reject her? Why must I accept her kindness? If you like her, go look for her. Do you need to stand up for her?"
